"I don't see why it's such a big deal that I want to go out!" Jeongguk huffed, narrowing his eyes at his boyfriend.
Namjoon twisted his hands nervously, shaking his head a little. He'd spent the last hour with Jeongguk arguing over whether the othe...
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- The days continue on, meshed together in the same way that Jeongguk entangles their limbs together; unwilling to let Namjoon slip from his hold, even after he has whines about having to pee. It takes unnecessarily long to convince the younger man to let go, and it's endearing how clingy he's gotten in the past few weeks.
Jeongguk still parties on the weekends, and Namjoon reads books in the comfort of their small apartment. The younger male turns up before his lover has the chance to fall asleep waiting for him. They adjust their schedules around each other, and spend the mornings curled up on the couch before Jeongguk goes out. On the weekdays, Namjoon begins to wake up earlier, peppering his fiancés face in as many kisses as possible. He'll climb his way out of bed, and prepare a simple breakfast as Jeongguk showers and gets ready for classes. By the time he has left, Namjoon throws a load of laundry in, and returns to the warmth of their bed.
Spring passes by easily, and the flowers in their small garden, just out the door begin to ripen and bloom. Gone is the harsh cold of winter, and the blankets of white that had clung to each detail of the outside world. The weather is still a bit chilly, but it is refreshing and there's the warmth of sun rays that peek through.
Jeongguk quits drinking all together, and only goes to parties to meet with the men of his youth. And though they are shared friends, Namjoon has never been interested in accepting the invitation. He takes the moments in which Jeongguk is out, to clean their apartment up. From doing the dishes and laundry, to rearranging the living room; Namjoon keeps himself busy.
The longer the weeks drag on, the more prominent Namjoon's pregnancy becomes. In the mornings, while he prepares Jeongguk's breakfast, he finds himself kneeling over the toilet bowl of the guest restroom; unwilling to make any noise that might wake his sleeping lover up. He finds that his feet swell sometimes, and he has to sit down for longer moments. Even as he begins to gain more weight, there is no sign of a bump. The doctor says he will most likely not show for another month. Jeongguk kisses his tummy, anyway.
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"Baby, wake up," Namjoon whispered softly, trying to be as gentle as possible.
"Hng?"
"You have to wake up, angel. Your classes are going to start soon," he reminded, shaking Jeongguk again.
"..." there's a little snore that slips past his fiancés lips — and for some reason — makes him all the more endearing.
"Gguk, c'mon baby. I made your breakfast, it's going to get cold," Namjoon chided softly, glancing at the living room.
"Five more minuets?" Jeongguk asks, hopeful as he peeks an eye open to catch Namjoon's expression.
"As much as I'd love to let you sleep, this is the second time I've woken you up. You're gonna be late," he pointed towards the digital clock on their nightstand.
"...fuck," the younger male cursed softly and stretched himself out with a little yawn, trying hard to open his eyes.
"C'mon, I'll start a shower for you. Go eat," Namjoon patted Jeongguk's thigh before pulling back to stand up.
He can't move as quickly as before, and there's a slight waddle in his walk. Jeongguk finds it cute, and constantly reminds him. Even now, he can feel the younger males eyes on his backside. Which had been another embarrassing feature of his; the rate at which his hips were widening, and thighs becoming a little chubbier with fat, was rapid.
As Namjoon started the shower, pulling the curtains back to make sure the water was warm; not hot enough to scald Jeongguk, and not cold enough to jolt him awake forcefully, Namjoon watched himself in the mirror. It was obvious that he had been laying around the house lately. His hair was long, and brushed into his eyes, and the usual tan that he sported wasn't as prominent as before. Still, he felt better about himself than he had for a while.
Strong arms circled around his waist, as he inspected how puffy his face looked, now. "What're you doing, love?"
"Just looking," Namjoon admitted, as he turned in Jeongguk's arms to press a kiss to his shoulder, before pulling away. "Shower."
"You should join me," the latter suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Mm, nice try, big boy. You've got classes in fifteen minutes. If you're late again, you're going to get in trouble and miss the doctors appointment. Besides, I don't think my body can handle shower sex right now." Namjoon smiled teasingly, before slipping from the bathroom.
Behind the door, he heard the curtain being yanked back, and the sound of Jeongguk crashing into it. One thing was for sure; the other hated missing any appointments that surrounded their baby.
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"Aw, Jeongguk is so supportive." Seokjin — their friend and doctor — cooed as they entered the room.
"Yep, I'm here, too," Namjoon reminded with a faux sour expression. Jeongguk was supportive; he was grateful for him.
"Really, good job, Gguk." Seokjin praised again, as Namjoon clambered onto the bed.
"Thanks, hyung." The youngest in the room smiled and sat next to Namjoon.
"Really? I'm busy growing an ear here, and he's getting all the attention for playing candy crush during my appointments?" Namjoon asked, pouting a little as the other two laughed at him. "It's cool that he's here and all, but guess who else is here? Me! The star of the show!"
His little rant only proved to be silly, when they laughed harder at his antics, and Seokjin continued to prepare his check up. There wouldn't be an actual ultrasound, today. Much to Jeongguk's disappointment. Instead, Seokjin was meant to brief them over Namjoon's health and make sure that he was in good shape.
"Obviously, we're going to have to perform a c section. There isn't actually any place that Namjoon can just... y'know, pop that sucker out." Seokjin explained, glancing down at his clipboard.
"Hey! My baby's not a sucker!"
"I take it back, Nam, you should've left him at home."
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I'm a little surprised at myself, with how long this chapter is. It's easy for me to write this story, because I can focus a lot on feelings and things that aren't dialogue.
However, I promise there will be more dialogue in future chapters! I may be double updating this, today, after I'm finished with class and cleaning my room (,:
Also, thank you for 100 followers! I'm so amazed, honestly. I didn't think I would ever get that much!
